You Never Do know When...

You know, I liked my little town. I loved the idea of being in a small town and knowing that it was not a big city, and people cared about each other, and looked out for each other. I love knowing everyone on my block, and talking with them about gardens. I love it that my next door neighbor texts me with parking info, and people knock on my door if they see the car on the wrong side of the street.

Small town is good. At least I thought so until I got home tonight.

One never knows when something will hit you.

It has been SNOWING here. Lots of snow. 4-6 inches in the past couple of days. I had built up a lovely deep bit on my steep steps up to the house, and on my share of the sidewalk. Snow everywhere. Hard to walk, easily slipped on.

But I came home tonight and found that SOMEONE had shoveled my steps and side walk!!!!

Sigh. You think you are safe and then someone comes along and shovels all your snow.

Gig was good tonight, really fun, packed house with lots of new friends. The Guinness Xmas trees had been put on stage, which is lovely, but makes it a little cramped and the do get stuck on cases and gear, all the same, one needs trees on stage.....

Seeing as how I can't sleep yet, too much rock this week, here is a poem for you to wake up to....

"Sleeping with Leopards.."

Tonight, as the sun sets, we are going to climb,
Up the vines that run outside the house, and into your room,
Come thru the shutters, and
Ease in thru your window...

We can use the door, you know,
But this, my dear, is more fun..

We will creep across the floor, on silent feet,
Claws making no sound,
On your carpeted floors,
Quietly making our way to where you lie sleeping.

We can be very quiet, you know,
When we, my dear, have need to be.

As the last bit of sun sinks softly
We will paw back the curtains that hang from your bed,
And sit ourselves at the foot,
Getting ready, to pounce, as you wake.

We can be very patient, you know,
When we, my dear, are waiting.

Teeth shinning in the twilight, we will smile
Thinking this evening you are going to be surprised
You will wake and tho you are very fast,
We will chase you into the dark night.

You are ours you know,
And we, my dear, will have such glorious fun...

Love and Leopards,
Lorraine